Kate Bush
English singer-songwriter, musician and record producer; sister of John Carder Bush.
If you go, I'll let the law know,
And they'll head you off when you touch the ground.
Ooh, please, don't go through with this.
I don't like the sound of it.
I am my enemy
Mowing me over,
And towing the light away.
We've lost our chance.
We're the first and the last, ooh,
After the blast.
Only tragedy allows the release
Of love and grief never normally seen.
I didn't want to let them see me weep,
I didn't want to let them see me weak,
But I know I have shown
That I stand at the gates alone.
Could be in a dream
Our clothes are on the beach
These prints of our feet
Lead right up to the sea
No one, no one is here
No one, no one is here
We stand in the Atlantic
We become panoramic...
Out in the garden
There's half of a heaven,
And we're only bluffing.
We're not ones for busting through walls,
But they've told us
Unless we can prove
That we're doing it,
We can't have it all.
Am I the cat that takes the bird?
To her the hunted, not the hunter.
Is there so much hate for the ones we love?
Tell me, we both matter, don't we?
You, it's you and me.
It's you and me won't be unhappy.
Bright, white coming alive jumping off of the aerial
All the time it's a changing, like now...
I was there at the birth,
Out of the cloudburst,
The head of the tempest.
Murderer!
Murder of calm...
Watching the painter painting
And all the time, the light is changing
And he keeps painting
That bit there, it was an accident
But he's so pleased
It's the best mistake, he could make
And it's my favourite piece.
It's just great.
Ooh! Let me have it.
Let me grab your soul away.
I was born in a cloud...
Now I am falling.
I want you to catch me.
Look up and you'll see me.
You know you can hear me.
The world is so loud. Keep falling. I'll find you.
All the love, all the love,
All the love we should have given.
All the love, all the love,
All the love you could have given.
All the love...
Watching storms
Start to form
Over America.
Can't do anything.
Just watch them swing
With the wind
Out to sea.
I just know that something good is going to happen.
I don't know when,
But just saying it could even make it happen.
If they find me racing white horses,
They'll not take me for a buoy.
Let me be weak,
Let me sleep
And dream of sheep.
Hey there, you lady in tears,
Do you think that they care if they're real, woman?
They just take it as part of the deal.
Hey all you little waves run away.
Mmm... run away.
This is where I want to be.
This is what I need.
This is where I want to be,
But I know that this will never be mine.